A few of the others waved it off, pulling me to sit down. "It's nothing, don't take it so seriously," they murmured, trying to ease the tension.
But Heather didn’t even acknowledge my warning. She simply turned her back to me, laughing with others and pulling them into another round of finger-guessing games, as if nothing had happened. The energy in the room slowly picked back up, the earlier commotion slipping into the background.
I glanced at my phone. Jeremy had sent a message saying his car had been scratched and he’d be busy dealing with it for a while. I sighed, thinking about going out to find him, when the KTV manager suddenly walked in, carrying a box of drinks.
"Miley, these are for you. Don't be shy, we’re all friends here," he said with a grin.
“No wonder the KTV manager is treating you so well, upgrading the room and sending over drinks,” Heather remarked with a smirk. “So you two are old acquaintances!”
Her voice dropped, dripping with insinuation. “Your smile is so sweet—do you smile at him like that in bed too?”
Laughter erupted around the room, feeding off her cruel words. I looked at her, my patience running thin, but I took a deep breath to keep calm.